Today begins that annual event that makes childish hearts beat fast with joy and glee. At the same time parents cringe and begin planning things so that these same children will not drive said parents crazy with choruses of “I’m bored, there’s nothing to do” for the following week. Yes, I am talking about Spring Break. And guess what. It’s raining today. Not that I’m all that surprised by that. To be honest, today’s rain is just an extension of a really terrible weekend. It’s as if it were our turn to have Charlie Brown’s rain cloud settle on us. Nothing really went well. Everyone took turns being irritable and cranky, including me. Patience was like water in a sieve. To top it all off, I decided that it would be a good time to finally get the two kid’s rooms switched and begin to get Tornado used to sleeping in a room with Jack. We have half of each room done though we are far from finished. I was going to work on them today, but after the weekend from the Black Lagoon I think we all deserve a little break. Not that today has been too much better, but it’s definitely not been as grumpy as yesterday. On the positive side though, I picked up Kim Newman’s Anno Dracula as well as Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane from the library. I finished An English Ghost Story and was blown away. It was fantastic. I’m curious to see what he does with vampires. As for The Ocean…I have been wanting to read this one for a while but other books keep flirting with me and I can’t help but begin a little dalliance with them. I know, I know…it’s Gaiman. How could I POSSIBLY have an insincere fling with another book when I have HIM waiting for me? What can I say? After all, it was Kim Newman and William Boyd and John Le Carré and…and…well, many others. I dare you to not have your head turned by all that attention.
I do have a poem for you today despite the way my weekend went. In fact, it was completely inspired by this weekend, which I’m sure you will be able to tell. Hopefully, you’ll be able to identify with it. The title was totally because of AJ Prince. It was completely fitting.Hopefully she’ll enjoy the cartoon I picked to go with the poem. 😉
When Life Gives You Lemons
By Jessica Scott
Some days are just crap.
You know it from the moment your eyes open.
Doesn’t matter what happens, it’s just going to be
one of those days-
the kind where nothing goes right.
Your body aches in places it didn’t only a few short years ago.
When did your knees start creaking, groaning-
springs that need oiling from disuse and rust?
Muscles protest movement
and you lie prone so as not to disturb them
despite the insistent, nagging alarm going off
forcing you into existence once again-
the same every morning.
You drop your cup of tea
and it spills across the just-wiped-down counter
and your hand;
the water from the faucet is still on warm
and you know your pain was heard three houses down.
The toast burned, you can’t find that one thing you need,
and car keys are nowhere to be found
until twenty minutes after you were supposed to leave
to avoid rush hour traffic.
Late for the meeting, late for lunch, late getting out of the office,
Late, late, late.
And the censure in the eyes of the child you were late in picking up
from their busy schedule as well.
The clock just keeps ticking,
eating away at your life.
Where are the golden days of your youth?